21 rocky (2016)

With every rocky start
And every beat of her rocky heart
The blood pumped, veins throbbed
Eye itched, sweat dripped

To meet her greatest fear, and desire to overcome that fear
With a vice grip extending from her pubis
On target, on point
There is sweat, there is dirt

There is no more survival for an age old compromise

Just do it, and do it now

Everything comforting is distorted
Familiar like a Dali landscape
The map by Mondrian

The flight has left her
There’s only fight left
And she’ll survive

For she has become the fittest

And she will win
because she fears no loss

And she will rise because she believes
In flying
Not falling.


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